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Interrupt my spine with a tingled groin! Pound blood into my cock! Interrupt my work in pride!

Interrupt my thought on screen! Leave me master not of my work esteemed.
Let my hands mistakingly taken rest; fight, child, fight! Drive a pleasure line!

My bicep goes limp; warmth pounds my palms. My fingers caress nothing found to work. It is plastic what I feel; they touch. Create these pleasing words feel!
Stop, though don't lose the feel!

Go back to work: I dismiss this! The desire gives pleasure. Blush is again better than this!
All day I from behind me need hearing her voice.
Go, desire!

My head stays stable; it then races up. It fills with excitement; it again races down.
I settle down.

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